Mermaid Akane

Akane stood beside the school swimming pool, contemplating it with trepidation. In P.E. class that day the teacher had announced they would have a swimming test next week. Unfortunately, not only was she unable to swim, but she tended to sink like a rock as soon as she touched the water. What was she to do?

Suddenly she was shoved from behind, and went flying out over the water, arms flapping uselessly. A voice called from behind her, “No! Don't do it, Miss Tendo!” just as she struck the surface. Fortunately, it was the three foot depth area. Unfortunately, she went under anyway.

After a great deal of struggle her hand managed to hook around what proved to be a life preserver floating above her. She was dragged out of the pool coughing and choking.

“Why did you do it Miss Tendo?”.

She looked up into the ridiculous face of the principal, wearing his Hawaiian shirt and lei, with the tiny palm tree atop his head. Annoyed with the maniac, she shouted, “I didn't want to do anything!”

Upon learning that this student couldn't swim, the man broke down into tears. “But dat's kapu,” he sobbed. “Dere a big school rule dat say, no swimmin', no bobbin' up to nex' grade!”

“Really?” she asked skeptically, knowing the man's penchant for making up strange new rules.

“Yah!” he affirmed. Then his face lit up. “I just get big idea! I gonna teach you how swimming!”

Akane frowned distrustfully, but then began worrying at her lower lip with her teeth. She not only needed to learn how to swim for the test, but had dreamed of doing so for years. Could he really do it? He was a teacher. Of sorts. He must have taught somebody something at some point, in order to be certified as a teacher. And she did want to learn so badly.

She gazed once more at his earnest expression.

Taking a deep breath, she smiled and proclaimed, “All right! I'll do it!”

The principal slapped her on the back. “You gonna be da greates' swimmer evah!”

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Akane knelt beside the pool, gasping and choking once more. She was the only girl present, but practically every boy in school was gathered around, watching. They had all come running upon hearing that she was getting swimming lessons, and would necessarily be wearing a swimsuit. Even if it was just an ordinary one piece school swimsuit.

Which indeed she was wearing, underneath the much uglier outfit the principal had made her put on. Wearily she tugged off the useless swan costume, which had made her look more like an ugly duckling. Once it was out of the way, she pounded Ranma again for mocking her.

Ranma raised her face from the concrete into which Akane had slammed it. “So, you ready to give up now? It don't seem like boulders, sharks or duck suits are going to help.”

Akane scowled. She'd been just about ready to give up before the redhead started talking.

“Face it,” Ranma chortled. “You're like a brick in the water. You'll never learn to swim.”

“Yes I will!” Akane yelled. Looking over her shoulder, she growled, “Principal! Let's continue the training!”

Ranma grabbed her shoulder. “Come on, you uncute idiot ...!”

Akane spun and punched the other girl. “Just leave me alone! You're obviously not helping!”

Ranma's features darkened. “Fine! If that's the way you want it!” She stomped off in search of hot water, after which she planned to head home. She knew when she wasn't wanted.

The principal held up another outfit. “Mastah trainin' numbah two! Da mermaid!”

Akane looked at it warily. Unlike his previous ideas, this one did not look quite so ... appalling. It might even be called attractive. At least a little. In appearance it was a long, sleek fish tail, covered in shimmering silver scales, with glistening multi-hued fins at the end. Looking inside the concave top, she could see two holes into which her legs should obviously be inserted. If she put this on, she would indeed look like a pretty mermaid. Akane smiled.

The principal laid the outfit on the ground with the slightly larger side on the bottom. Following his suggestions, Akane sat down in front of this, and slid her legs into the two long holes. Getting them most of the way in, she lay down and wriggled around while pulling the outfit upward until the lip at the top closed snugly around her waist. Very snugly. It must have had something which pulled the rim tight, as Akane realized she could not push it back down over her hips, that it was locked in place.

“Okay. Now let me attach dis!” The principal put the hook of a fishing line through the back of her swimsuit. He picked up the accompanying fishing pole. “Now jus' roll intah dah water, Miss Tendo!” he told her.

Sighing, Akane did so, quickly realizing that the fishing line helped to hold her head above the surface. Which was a vast improvement over being upside-down in the supposed swan costume. “Now what?” she asked.

“Jus' wait foh it to adjust,” the principal informed her.

Akane wondered what this meant, then felt a sensation between her legs. Something in the device was moving around. It didn't hurt, but given the location, it was very disturbing. There was a tug, followed by a feeling as if the swimsuit was now looser around her bottom and abdomen. She swallowed heavily. The suit couldn't have ... torn, could it?

At that point there was a squishy feeling between her legs and up her butt crack, as if she'd just sat in something very slippery. She yelped and squirmed, “Something funny just ... kyaaaaah!”

This time there was absolutely no doubt what she felt. Something long, and hard, and thick had just pushed its way up into her pussy. Followed by something just as long, just as hard, and almost as thick in her asshole. Whatever the slimy stuff had been, it let these two things slip inside her very easily. “Principaaaal...!” she called out in a note rising to a shriek.

“Ah Wahine, the devices in dat mermaid tail all attached now, yah?”

“Yes! No! Get his off!” The whatever it was in her pussy seemed even longer and thicker than the vibrator of Nabiki's which she had secretly borrowed a couple of times. As if on cue, both protrusions started vibrating.

“Aaaaahhh!” Akane screamed. She kicked her legs. Somehow this motion translated into the tail flicking up and down, propelling her forward through the water. Her head fell forward with a splash, but the principal hauled back with his fishing rod, pulling her face back out of the water.

“Now swim, Miss Tendo!” the man called to her.

“Get this off ... blub!” Her face dipped into the water again for a moment, cutting off the sentence.

Akane moved forward within the pool, bobbing up and down. The principal walked along the side, keeping the fishing line taut. Akane's eyes crossed. The vibrators were driving her crazy, making her incredibly aroused against her will. She couldn't stop kicking her legs, powering the tail. She had never stuck anything up her butt before, and was surprised how much the weird sensation turned her on. A tiny corner of her mind reflected that it was a good thing she had experimented with her sister's vibrator, as the virgin girl suspected she would otherwise be in a bit of pain right now.

The gathered boys were mildly enjoying the display, when one of them shakily pointed and said, “L-Look. At her waist.”

As they watched, the bottom of the swimsuit pulled free from the mermaid's tail. The shape of the shiny material now resting on the girl's lower back made it clear that the crotch of the suit had been cut clean through, from one side to the other. Tongues lolled forth as every young man in the multitude realized simultaneously that — underneath the mermaid's tail — there was now nothing else covering that part of Akane Tendo.

“Would someone ... eek!”

Akane's voice was once again interrupted, this time by a ripping sound. Unequal to the pull from behind, the fabric of her swimsuit parted widely in a gap starting at her neck in front and going down to her belly. The fishing line caused the suit to pull fully open in front, exposing Akane's apple sized tits to everyone's appreciative gaze.

“No!” Akane tried to grab the sides of the suit and pull them forward again to cover herself, but couldn't get sufficient traction against the pull of the line as the tail continued to push her forward. She gave up and tried to cover herself with her hands, but her head immediately went underwater.

Gasping, she splashed madly with her arms, and her face managed to lift above the wavelets once more. Covering herself again, she found herself immediately back underwater. After some more wild arm splashing, she was back up and able to breathe.

Cover. Down. Splash with arms. Up. Cover. Down. Splash with arms. Up. It finally got through her head that if she wanted to keep her head above water, then she had to keep splashing the water with her arms. Which meant she had no means to cover herself. Accepting with despair that this was a lesser evil than drowning, she kept her arms splashing, leaving her boobs exposed to the excited crowd.

“Principal! You've got ... blub!” She was down again, though only for a moment. “Let me ... glub ... I've got to ... glurb ... Need to ... blubble.” Every time she opened her mouth she dipped down and swallowed more water. It seemed that for some reason any attempt to talk would cause her body to sink. Glimpsing the faces leering at her, the mortified teenager realized the situation was hopeless. She couldn't stay up long enough to ask the principal to get her out, and she couldn't cover herself. All she could do was continue, and let the boys ogle her.

Daisuke turned to Hiroshi and asked, “How does the principal manage to keep dunking her at just the right moment?”

Hiroshi shrugged. “Dunno. Just shut up and enjoy.”

By this point most of the boys had pulled out cell phones and were joyfully snapping photographs, and short periods of video. After about ten minutes Akane had a crashing orgasm, accompanied by loud, ecstatic and very obvious moaning. However, the vibrators did not stop, instead continuing to work their magic inside her. Ten minutes later Akane came again, even more loudly and obviously.

The tired girl was still flailing her arms at the water weakly. Or course, her arms were now pulled slightly behind her, as the tension of the fishing line had long since pulled the shoulder straps of her suit down her arms to her elbows. With another ripping sound the front of the suit tore even further, the gap extending down to what was left of the crotch, flapping in front of her navel. The poor teen lost the battle with the straps, as they were pulled the rest of the way down her arms and all the way off. The arced fishing pole was now attached by its line to a piece of fabric extending well behind Akane, and in contact with her only where it wrapped around her waist.

She came again, so lost to the fatigue and the feelings between her legs that she barely noticed anymore the lustful gazes of the boys and how they were filming her. The tail was still flicking up and down with her kicks, but her arms were only quivering at her sides, barely splashing the water.

A fourth climax. A fifth. Akane's eyes rolled up into her head, no apparent awareness of the world remaining. The principal hauled hard on the pole, as if trying to land a fish. There was a final rip, and the ruined swimsuit pulled completely free, landing at the principal's feet with a splat. Akane's face fell forward into the water.

“Oh no! We gots to get da wahine outa da water!” the heavily tanned man cried out. As planned, she was near the side of the pool, and he grasped a hand and pulled her out, with an ease surprising to those who forgot he was a martial artist of a sort. The principal laid the first year student on her stomach upon a nearby mat, and squeezed some water out of her. Then he flipped her tits up with her arms flopping out to the sides, much to the delight of the many eyes shoving their way close around.

“We gots tah remove anyt'ing restrictive,” he told all the boys. Hitting the release on the tail, he yanked it down her legs and off. Next, making sure not to leave her body bunched up in any way, he lifted her legs at the knees and spread them wide apart.

A couple of hundred boys, or at least those in the front few rows, sent up choirs of hosannas at the sight of their nude schoolmate lying spread out before them. In addition to the pink tipped mounds in which they had already taken such delight, they now had an excellent view of a sparse triangle of raven curls, its vertex pointing down to her swollen labia. The petals between were spread apart, and even the opening to her cunt was clearly visible, not having closed yet after the recent and extended penetration.

Many additional photographs were taken.

“Now who is gonna help dis wahine by givin' da mout' to mout'?”

A couple of fist fights broke out as there was a scrum near Akane's head. While the others were fighting, Hikaru Gosunkugi slipped beneath their blows and placed his lips against those of the girl he had crushed on for so long. With much grumbling, other boys waited their turns in the order they had fought it out for.

“Ain't no keiki gonna give da mout' to othah mout'?”

More fist fights before Hiroshi, sporting what would soon be a black eye, attached his mouth to Akane's pussy. His tongue quickly worked its way inside her, emerging now and then to swish over her clit.

A couple of other boys, seeing no need to wait for an invitation, started giving mouth to nipple resuscitation. Those who had the same idea an instant too late glared at them enviously.

Every half minute approximately, the principal would clear his throat, and the boys currently applying first aid would reluctantly back away. Then fresh mouths would take over, doing their best to help their cute — and nude — schoolmate.

After a dozen changes in the sets of boys performing first aid, Akane finally began to stir. The principal announced, “Oop! Gotta go!” before leaping over the heads of the crowd and disappearing through a trap door which opened in the cement. The other boys realized such a vanishing act was probably an excellent idea, and scattered to the four winds.

Akane shot up to a sitting position with a scream, doing her best to cover the important bits with only two hands. She looked around frantically, seeing no one in view. Grabbing the mat beneath her, she managed to wrap it in a rough cylinder around her body as she stood. Swearing revenge on the principal and all other perverts, she ran for the nearest entrance to the school.